That night, Lan Li told the boy a lot of things to ensure that the other party could memorize it, and then he fell asleep with a little peace of mind.

The next day, before dawn, Lan Li was woken up by Nancy Tabek, the commander of the Warrior's Son, and after some conversation, he was sent to the city to invite the Kingsguard Raymont Baratheon to discuss the trial at noon today.

What this means is self-evident.

Lan Li quickly found Raymont, the Kingsguard who lived in a hotel in the city. The previous plan of the two was to pull the church into the water, and for this reason, Raymont also deliberately avoided many people who were indignant and wanted to participate, so he naturally would not refuse this invitation, and Lan Li brought it back to the Sihuai Sanctuary very smoothly.

"The most important thing is to ensure the safety of Lord Raymont." As the morning dawned, seven heavily armed knights stood in a circle under the statue in the Templar Square and began to discuss the upcoming trial.

Surprisingly, all of these people knew each other.

The leader of the Warrior's Son, Nancy Tarbeck, the trainer Owen Knight, the humorous Caswell twins, the serious Murray Knight, and their "two" Baratheon.

"If Sir Raymont, who accused Magor, is dead, then this trial will be a victory for the other side, so we must avoid that."

The head of the regiment, Nancy Tabek, spoke with a serious face, and the people around him who were listening with helmets also looked serious, and the person in charge, Raymont Baratheon, bowed to them to express his gratitude.

"We don't know who the enemy has summoned at the moment, but we can roughly guess that Werther of House Rostein, Dyers of House Dacklin, Ron the bastard son of Fountain City, and ...... of the Crab Claw Peninsula"

After saying some names, Captain Nancy changed her mind.

"But whoever we are, we have a good chance of winning, because what we have, the enemy doesn't."

As he spoke, his eyes glancing at Lan Li, his eyes were annoyed mixed with happiness, and his emotions were complicated.

The others looked much the same, except for Kingsguard Raymont Baratheon, who didn't know anything about riding a gun rack.

"As long as we don't make mistakes in the charging link, then in one round, we can basically determine the winner or loser! At worst, we can solve more than half of the enemies, and then the other half will naturally not be a concern. ”

These words made the people around them smile.

It takes a long time to simply cast a cuirass, but if you smelt the original cuirass and add a small part that is not very large, it is relatively simple.

So even though it's not been long, they're basically equipped with that special kind of accessories.

"But to take advantage of that, we need to make sure that our weapons can hit the enemy more easily, so I think it's better to use a twelve-foot Bibu spear than an eight-foot iron-tipped spear."

"The juvenile spear is too fragile to break, and it can't wear armor."

"As long as we can make sure that we knock all the enemy off our horses, then victory will naturally be ours."

……

As they continued to talk, the sons of warriors gradually gathered around, but these people did not rush to disturb, but watched from a distance.

They all know the judgment of the Seven Sons today, and they all know the meaning of the success or failure of these seven people at the moment.

The seven knights ignored this and continued to discuss the battle that would take place in the near future, until an archbishop of the Sanctuary of Siwai came to bless them and personally led the team down the hill.

There were many onlookers on the side of the road, Lan Li thought he would provoke some pointing, but he didn't want him to attract a burst of cheers and cheers, a big man with a rough face yelled at him in the crowd, a girl in a turban waved flowers for him as he passed by, and many people in the crowd called his especially humble name.

I don't know what happened overnight, but it was clear that the people of King's Landing had a very different idea from the church.

"When you dismount, you will die." There was a whisper from beside him, and when he turned his head, Murray, a middle-aged knight with a square chin, was staring at him seriously with his brown eyes.

"So you have to make sure that you knock the enemy off your horse without any accident in the charge, so that you can survive this trial. Luckily, you've invented a good object for yourself, which will give you a lot more chance of winning. ”

Before Lan Li could say anything, someone on the other side interjected with a smile: "Good sir, don't look down on our Lemon Sir so much." ”

It was the trainer Owen Knight who spoke.

"He has a lot of physical strength, he has excellent recovery ability, and his endurance can surpass any of us, so don't underestimate him."

"Sir Lemon is also a great drinker."

One of the twins on the other side chimed in: "If the method of judgment is to use this, the enemy will not have a pair of pants left to ensure defeat." ”

"Shut up, Amman, it's all this time, why are you still kidding." The twins reprimanded the other.

"Hell, Amman, it's all this time, and you're still framing me!?" The one who spoke first stared at his brother in surprise.

"I'm Almon!"

The two brown-haired twins over there were hurting each other, and the atmosphere gradually became lively, and even the preoccupied Captain Nancy smiled when he heard the sound behind him, but the Murray Knight beside him still had a serious face.

"I don't think the enemy can give you time to recover when the battle starts." He still told Lan Li.

"So what they say doesn't matter at all, Lemon, you have to keep that in mind, you can't dismount, even if you can deal with the enemy who charges you, you can't dismount, you can't go away, you can't use your spear, you can't use your sword to win against you."

His tone was old-fashioned, but he could clearly feel the worry in his heart, and Lan Li nodded seriously when he heard this.

"Thank you, Sir Murray."

His gratitude was genuine.

In this era, from a picked up commoner farmer to a knight, and then to a warrior's son, it is certainly because of the actions of Knight Lelin before his death, but without the careful care of the person in front of him, he would not have been able to eat white food in the church so smoothly.

Although these help are inconspicuous and never mentioned by the other party, they are crucial, and Lan Li always sees them.

"I am an old friend of Sir Lerrin, and I should take care of his juniors."

Knight Murray said, patting Lan Li's arm.

"The gods will bless you, Lemon."

After saying that, he kicked the spur, and the head of Nancy, who was close to the front, began to talk about something again.

By this time the procession had reached beyond the range of the Rhaenys Hill, where an archbishop in brown robes walked at the forefront with a scepter, followed by seven knights on horseback, followed by many other sons of warriors, and groups of monks and nuns farther out.

The number of members of the poor people's rally and even the common people who followed it was innumerable, so the scale of the procession was very large, and it was very eye-catching when it appeared.

Even more than that, at this time, the whole of King's Landing was moved, and from the sky, you could find countless dense figures appearing from all over the city, and then spontaneously forming a procession like ants, walking through the crowded and loose roads, towards the three gates of King's Landing, the Lion's Gate, the King's Gate, and the Riverside Gate, which were the closest to each other on the outskirts of the city.

Naturally, an ordinary martial arts trial would not cause such a grand occasion, but the Trial of the Seven Sons has not been encountered in a hundred years, let alone the confrontation between the church and the Targaryen family, it is the first time in history, and no one wants to miss it.

However, this orderly march suddenly became very panicked after a loud and vast roar, and people hurriedly looked up at the sky, or pushed and ran towards the buildings on both sides, and some of those who had just left the house returned decisively, deciding not to join in the excitement.

With a single dragon roar, everyone was in chaos in an instant.

The seven sons of the warriors who had participated in the trial were so alarmed that they halted the procession, but the roar lasted only for a moment, and they continued on their way until they passed through the gates of King's Landing and came to the tournament outside the city, without incident.

There were only seven enemies in different costumes.